Their hideout was noisy: Horror and Dust were discussing something in the next room, Nightmare had gone somewhere, and you were standing at the table, sorting through the weapons you had been given.

"Well, well... here's the new girl," a familiar, hoarse voice, with a deliberate playfulness, was heard behind you.

You turned around — Killer, leaning his shoulder against the doorway, was looking at you with slightly narrowed eyes. There was something predatory in his gaze, but not threatening - rather, studying, like a cat looks at a new toy.

"Let me guess... were you hired here for your pretty eyes?" — he grinned, slowly approaching. — "Although... I don't argue, the reason is quite worthy."

He leaned towards the table, as if he wanted to take one of the knives, but instead he put his palm on the table next to your hand, dangerously close.

"You know," he continued, leaning a little closer, — "we have a rule on our team: newbies need a... mentor. Someone to show them where everything is, and..." his gaze slid down your face, — "how things work."

You raised an eyebrow, and he caught it, grinning even wider.

"What, are you afraid of me?" — he asked quietly, pushing a strand of hair away from your face with his fingertips. — "Or are you just trying not to fall in love from day one?"

The killer was clearly enjoying every second of this game, waiting for your reaction. His smile suggested that he wouldn't let up until he achieved at least some emotion - irritation, laughter, embarrassment, whatever.

"So, newbie..." he threw his head back slightly, but didn't move away, — "will you give me a chance to become your favorite colleague?"